9 comments/ 34189 views/ 3 favorites Donna from Day Care Ch. 01 By: Boxlicker101 To regular readers of my raunchy stories: Bless you, and I hope there are many of you, but please be advised: There is no sex in this chapter, except a reference to what led to the divorce of one of the protagonists. The second one will have a fair amount, as he and his female counterpart make up for lost time. If you just want to read smut, you might prefer to skip this part, but the final part may not make much sense if you do. On Monday morning, Kevin O'Brien drove up to the large daycare center and parked at the curb. He opened the back door, unfastened the belt on the car seat of his five-year old, Kerry, and helped the boy out of the vehicle. His older child was able to easily walk up to the building, but he remained standing on the sidewalk while his father unstrapped his eighteen month old sister, Kate, from her seat and lifted her out of the car. She could walk, but he didn't trust the toddler to navigate the very hard cement sidewalk, so Kevin carried her to the building, while Kerry followed. This was a task he had been performing for the past eight months, and he had the routine down quite well by that time. Kerry rang the doorbell, as he liked to do, smiling at the cheerful sound his childish finger produced. Mrs. Ortiz, the friendly operator of the center came to the door and, after looking through the peep hole, let the three O'Briens enter. Kevin and other parents entrusted their children to Mrs. Ortiz partly because she believed there was no such thing as being too safe in a world where bombings or random mass murder could happen at any time. "Good morning, Mr. O'Brien. Good morning Kate and Kerry," she greeted them. As usual, the children didn't say anything, accept to smile at the nice lady. "Good morning, Mrs. Ortiz," Kevin replied. "We have a new teacher I want to introduce you to." Mrs. Ortiz always referred to her employees as "teachers" even though they didn't actually teach their charges much, except for how to get along with one another. "Her name is Donna, and she really loves children and they seem to really love her." She led Kevin and his two offspring into a large room, and there they saw a short, rather pudgy woman, with dark hair and an extremely sweet face. She was surrounded by a group of smiling and laughing children, and the love and warmth between her and them was obvious. It even extended to Kerry and Kate. Although they were both wary of strangers, and had clung to their father ever since their mother deserted her family, they hurried over to join the happy group. Kate hugged Donna around the knee, and Kerry pressed his face firmly against her leg, which was clad in faded blue jeans. Donna responded by beaming down at the new members of her happy flock and placing a hand on a shoulder of each of Kevin's children. They smiled back at her, the biggest smiles Kevin had seen on their faces in eight months. When Mrs. Ortiz began introductions, Donna raised her smile to the father of the two newcomers. Kevin found himself thinking about how nice it would be to be five years old again and snuggling up to Donna's ample form. "Donna, this is Kevin, and he is the father of Kerry and Kate there. Mr. O'Brien, this is Donna, and she will be working with your children." Mrs. Ortiz encouraged friendliness and informality among the teachers and their charges and the parents of those charges. "I'm glad to meet you, Kevin. You certainly have two adorable children here." Donna's smile became even wider, and Kevin was struck by the thought that she was one of the very nicest persons he had ever met. "Hello, Donna. I'm glad to meet you. Kate and Kerry seem pretty happy, too." Kevin loved his children, but would have considered "adorable" to be a stretch. "Okay, I have to go to work. G'bye, Mrs. Ortiz. G'bye, Donna. G'bye, kids. Be good, now." They turned and waved "bye-bye" but, for the first time in the eight months he had been bringing them to Mrs. Ortiz's, Kate and Kerry didn't come after him and cling to their father's pants legs. He got into his car and drove away, glad the kids seemed to be in good hands, but slightly disappointed at how easily they had let him leave them with a woman they had never seen before. All that day, while Kevin worked at the CPA firm where he was a partner, his thoughts frequently turned to his children and the new teacher. "Donna certainly seems like a sweet person, and the kids seemed to really take to her. It's nice to know they're in good hands." Although something of a stuffed shirt, who had never been truly comfortable with the informality among himself, and the daycare employees and them with his children, Kevin was totally at ease thinking of their new teacher as "Donna". As a partner, his hours were rather irregular, and he had to work late that night. Another of the many things Kevin liked about Mrs. Ortiz's day care center was that he could pick up the kids late, on those occasions when he had to. There would always be at least one reliable person with them until he came to get them. There rates were the highest in town, but Kevin considered the quality of the service to be well worth the additional cost. It was almost dark when he rang the doorbell at Mrs. Ortiz's center again. Once again, she scrutinized him, before opening the door. Nothing was said about the lateness, except to comment that her other charges had already gone home, while she led him to the place where his children had been left that morning. There on the same sofa sat Donna and, on either side of her, were Kevin's children. The rambunctious Kerry was raptly listening to her read from a book of fairy tales and Kate, instead of whining the way she usually did at this time of evening, looked up and giggled and smiled when she saw her father. When Donna looked up and smiled also, Kevin felt his day improve by almost 100%. Although he had developed a fair amount of skill as a cook, Kevin had neither the time nor any interest in preparing meals this late in the evening. He expected to take the children to a family oriented restaurant where they would provide meals for all three of them. Kerry was aware of this, and suggested that they should take their new teacher to dinner with them. "Oh, I'm sure Donna has other plans, and I'm sure she has her own family to see to. I'm sorry to be so late, Donna. I'll try to keep it from happening again, but sometimes I can't help it." "That's alright, Kevin. I know that things come up sometimes. I don't have a family, though, and I was going to ask you for a ride, if it isn't too much trouble." "Of course, and it's no trouble at all. And in fact, I really would like it if you would join us for dinner." He named the place where he usually took his small family, and Donna brightened at hearing the name. "That's one of my favorite places. They really cater to families." After the two children were safely strapped into their seats in the back of the car, Donna and Kevin sat in the front seat, with their seat belts latched. He drove directly to the restaurant, where they had plenty of parking and, feeling like a gentleman, opened the door for Donna and offered his hand to help her out. She waited while he unbuckled the seatbelts of the two children, and held Kerry's hand to walk with him to the restaurant, while Kevin gently carried his daughter. Their dinner was about as close to perfect as a meal in a restaurant can be. They served the ideal meal of strained organic vegetables that Kevin ordered for Kate. Her brother really enjoyed the hamburger with lettuce and tomato and the French fries he ordered from the children's menu, and the steak that Kevin ordered was cooked exactly as he liked. Donna ordered pork chops and a baked potato and salad, and cleaned off her plate. As a man who has always enjoyed food, Kevin was gratified that Donna also had a good, healthy appetite. His former wife, Carla, almost never ordered any more than a salad and hardly ever finished even that. She had always striven to be rail thin, like a fashion model, even though she knew it was contrary to the preference of her husband. Carla had never really cared very much what he thought, from the day they were married, when she was two months pregnant. After dinner, Kevin drove Donna the rest of the way to her apartment, and was quite happy to discover that she lived between Mrs. Ortiz's daycare and the apartment he shared with his children. He had enjoyed her company, and was entertaining very pleasant thoughts about taking her to dinner and driving her home in the future, maybe even on a regular basis. After walking the short distance to the front door of her building with Donna, and telling her it was no problem when she thanked him, and shaking her hand goodnight, he returned to his car. There, Kevin was brought back to Earth by Kerry saying he had to go to the bathroom "real bad". They reached their apartment with no accident befalling the child and, after baths and the usual nightly preparations, the two youngest members of the household were put to bed. Kevin sat up for a while, trying to read, but he was unable to concentrate. His mind was filled with thoughts of the very sweet woman who had come into the lives of him and his two youngsters. Once again, he thought about how Donna was one of the nicest people he had ever met and, it was easy to see the children adored her. All in all, the evening with her and him and the kids was easily the best he had experienced since his marriage broke up, and it was even much better than most of them while he was with Carla. The pleasantness didn't end when he went to sleep. All that night, Kevin was blessed with extremely enjoyable dreams of himself as a very small boy, hugging the leg of a nurse who looked and acted and sounded exactly like Donna. Tuesday started almost as Monday had, with Kevin leaving his children with Donna. One difference was that Kerry walked up to the door in advance and rang the doorbell while his father was still unbuckling Kate from her car seat. Another difference was that Kerry ran inside to join Donna and Kate, after her father set her on the floor, was not far behind. Kevin followed the youngsters and when he saw Donna, was surprised to realize how much he had been looking forward to seeing her again. She smiled prettily at him and thanked him again for dinner the preceding night. "That's quite alright. We all enjoyed your company. In fact, I'm liable to be late tonight, and I, and I'm sure the kids too, would like to have you join us again." "Why, thank you, Kevin. I'd love to do that." Although he didn't really need to stay late, Kevin made a point of doing busy-work until long after his usual time to leave. The managing partner at that branch was appreciative of the new partner's diligence, but Kevin didn't really care about that. He would have denied it to anybody else, but he was honest enough with himself to admit that he wanted very badly to see Donna again that evening, and any other time he had a chance. That realization came as a surprise, because he thought he had given up on women, after his disastrous union with Carla. As a boy and young man, he had been too shy to approach girls or women, and they had considered him to be too nerdy and homely to be worth their time. Nerdy would have been a good description of him then and even now. He had always been tall and clumsy and overweight, and had been cursed with even worse acne than most teenagers. Added to that were the facts that his family was just barely above the poverty line, and he had mostly been forced to wear hand-me-downs from his older brother and cousin, and had never developed any kind of social skills. His nerdiness had actually been an asset in college, where he had scraped by on a small scholarship based on need, a part-time job and a series of student loans. Kevin had neither time nor money for any kind of social life, and no woman of his acquaintance, not even other accounting students, though of him as anything but a dorky loser. In his senior year, Kevin managed to scrimp and save enough to buy a flannel pinstripe suit, black wingtip shoes and a silk tie for interviews. His acne had cleared up, without even leaving scars on his face, and he had lost most of the excess weight, while growing into his height. These factors gave him a suitably businesslike appearance which, combined with his intelligence and habitual place on the dean's list, landed him a job in a major regional accounting firm. His intelligence and hard work and a certain amount of good luck enabled Kevin to ace the CPA exam on his first attempt. This stood him in good stead also and, five years later, he became a partner in the firm. Success in his chosen profession, however, did not translate to romantic success and he was still single and lacking any prospects at the age of 26. That was when he met Carla. They had known each other for only a few months when, after his drinking too much at a party, they ended the night in bed together. As a result of that indiscretion, Carla became pregnant and Kevin, having been brought up to do the right thing, insisted on marriage. Although he had almost no feelings for her, nor did she have any for him, she agreed, and they were married at a very small wedding ceremony by a local non-denominational pastor. He really wanted to make the marriage work, and was highly solicitous of his pregnant wife. She accepted his ministrations, but refused to have any kind of sexual activity, claiming an uncomfortable pregnancy. Having heard of such things, Kevin accepted this. His sex life before Carla had been almost nonexistent, and it didn't change after marriage. Once Kerry was born, matters still didn't change. Only rarely would Carla consent to have sex with him, and then she simply raised her skirt or nightgown and lay quietly while he thrust his cock in and out of her until he ejaculated. She disliked Kerry and wanted no other children, and was on the pill to prevent them. She insisted that Kevin wear condoms also. These are the two most effective means of birth control, but neither is 100% certain. The result of this imperfection was Katie and, after her birth, the best that Kerry could hope for from his wife was the occasional hand job. Even that cost him gifts of jewelry, and he had to wear a condom because she didn't want his cum on her pampered hands. He thought of her as being frigid, and would have continued believing that, if it hadn't been for the day he inadvertently left at home a file that he had been working on, and had to return for it. Kevin opened the door to his and Carla's apartment and heard both children crying in the kitchen and, when he went to investigate, saw they were both strapped tightly in their high chairs and unable to move. Besides Kerry and Katie, he thought he heard giggling and other unusual sounds coming from their bedroom. After releasing and comforting the children, which was his first priority, Kevin went to the bedroom and looked through the open door. There, he saw absolute proof that Carla was far from being frigid. Two naked women were writhing on the bed in a 69 position. Until Carla, who was the one on top, raised her head, Kevin was unable to even tell who they were. She grinned at him, her face smeared with the juices from the pussy of the other woman, and returned to what she had been doing. Having been caught in the act like that, she saw no reason not to attempt to brazen it out. After watching, both repelled and mesmerized for about ten seconds, Kevin went to get the miniature audiocassette recorder from his den, turn it on, carefully conceal it in his pocket and return to storm into the bedroom. Although naïve regarding women, Kevin was not a total babe in the woods. He was aware there are women who love other women, and some who just prefer sex with other women, and he had no animosity toward those with that sexual orientation. At one time, one of his clients was the owner of a lesbian bar, and Kevin had an excellent professional relationship with her. What really bothered him was the realization that Carla had almost certainly been doing the same thing throughout their marriage - having sexual relations with other women while he was supporting everyone, and neglecting or mistreating the children while she was involved with those other women. The rancorous argument between him and Carla and the other woman, who turned out to be the college student who sometimes babysat for them, was all recorded. The two women loudly expressed their undying affection for one another, and taunted him by telling him repeatedly how often they made love while he was at work. Carla validated the suspicions he had about previous affairs, and vowed she would never have any kind of sex with him again. She had found somebody so much better, and that he had better either like it or lump it. Not wanting to stay in the same building as Kevin, or with the children any longer than they had to, the two women left. Later, he was to discover that Carla had moved in with her lover in the student's small apartment. Since she always doted on as much luxury as she could get, he surmised that she expected to afford better after taking her newly estranged husband to the proverbial cleaners. She got a big and very unpleasant surprise. At the discussion two weeks later, among Carla, Kevin and their respective divorce attorneys, she was the one who had to like it or lump it. After everybody heard the cassette recording Carla grudgingly agreed to a settlement much less favorable than she would otherwise have been able to extort from her aggrieved husband. A judge or jury, her lawyer advised her, would take a dim view of the person who had uttered those spiteful things about her own children, and who had admitted to, in fact bragged of, her multiple infidelities. Kevin retained the apartment and had custody of Kerry and Kate. The latter didn't bother Carla because she had told the truth about disliking the children, and she made even less of a secret of that fact after the rest of the dirty underwear came out in the open. She was, however, very fond of the apartment, and hated to have to leave. She might have fought harder for it, but she and her lover would have been unable to afford the rent on the pittance she was forced to accept from her foresighted husband. Ostensibly, the divorce was an amicable one, but the true fact was that Carla was about as friendly as a rabid pit bull. The only reason she chose not to fight it, and gouge as much as she could from Kevin was that the recording, if played in court before a jury of her peers, or even a judge, would have meant a settlement even worse, and for a shorter term than the one she and Kevin finally agreed to. But, before the divorce proceedings could even begin, Kevin had business to take care of. Being a single father, and with no experience in that role, he had major responsibilities suddenly thrust on him. Fortunately, as a partner at the firm, he was able to take off the necessary time to do some research and make certain arrangements. The best – and the most expensive - daycare center was the one operated by Mrs. Ortiz, and he was lucky enough to manage to get Kerry and Kate enrolled there. Because of its high cost, most parents couldn't afford her services, and that was fine with the proprietress, because she wanted the highest class clientele she could get. It was okay with Kevin too, because the combined monthly fee charged by Mrs. Ortiz and the money he sent to Carla every month was less than he used to spend on the gold-digging bitch when they were together. After that, he got into a routine, take the kids to daycare on his way to work and pick them up on his way home. Most of their dinners during the week were eaten at one restaurant or another between the two locations, although he always started both children off with a good breakfast. Kevin did all the cooking on days he wasn't working, and he had gotten reasonably good at it. On his way back to pick up the children and take them and Donna to dinner, the thought occurred to him that the teacher might enjoy sampling his culinary skills that coming weekend. Donna from Day Care Ch. 02 The next morning, Kevin was awakened earlier than he really wanted to be by Kerry climbing on top of him. He had been having a beautiful dream, in which he was snuggling with Donna in that same bed, and he hated to have it end so abruptly. His son didn't seem to mind, though, and was eager to get his own day with Donna started. Kevin was too, but he would have preferred to have been allowed to sleep a little longer. However, the thought of spending a whole afternoon, and maybe an evening too, with the sweet lady spurred him to get up and start doing what was necessary. After completing his own morning ablutions, he helped Kerry with his, and in getting him dressed, and bathed and dressed Katie. He chose something festive for both children and for himself, because he hoped the day would be a festive one. Following a healthy breakfast for everyone, Kevin began marinating five steaks in barbeque sauce, with the smallest one being intended for Kerry. Two were for Fred and Wilma Brown, the friendly neighbors, whom he had induced to join him in a conspiracy. They had moved into the apartment next to his about a month after the departure of Carla, and treated Kevin like a son. Their own son and their two grandchildren were thousands of miles away, and he had no objection to him and his children being their substitute family. Donna did not wake up early, because she had little to do, except get herself ready. After her shower and breakfast, she went to her favorite grocer, selected the best vegetables there and brought them home to prepare the salad she had promised. She still had some doubts as to just where she stood with Kevin. Even after telling him her terrible secret, he still seemed interested in a relationship, although Donna couldn't understand how or why he might be interested in a failure of a woman, such as herself. At a few minutes after twelve, Kevin arrived, and Donna invited him into her studio apartment, assuming he would be accompanied by his children. They greeted each other with a warm embrace and a long kiss, until she realized he was alone. "How are the kids?" she asked. "Did you bring them with you?" Donna didn't actually believe that Kevin would have left them on their own, either at his apartment or in his car, but she did wonder where they were. Even as she wondered, she took advantage of their absence to hug and kiss their father again. "The kids are fine. I left them with the neighbors." "The neighbors? Are they okay?" They're more than okay; they're really great. They're grandparents themselves, and their own son and his kids are a long ways away, so they try to spoil Kerry and Kate instead. The kids love them too, almost as much as they love you." She blushed slightly. "Kerry and Kate are a couple of real sweeties." "That they are. I love them, of course, but they can be a handful. Donna decided to try to find out a little more about Kevin's views on any more children. "Did you ever think about having any more?" In order to avoid letting Kevin know how important she considered his answer to her apparently casual question, she asked it while she had her back to him, going to the refrigerator to remove the bowl of salad. "Well, Carla was absolutely dead set against it. I don't know that I'd want any more either. Like I say, the two I already have are quite a handful." Her heart soared when she heard his answer, but Donna was still playing it cool, and she kept her back to Kevin while she set the bowl on the counter by the sink. He stood behind her in the entrance to the kitchenette, admiring the flare of her hips and ass under her tan Bermuda shorts. His ex-wife had kept herself as slim as possible, especially back there, and her hips had already been narrow. He wondered why anybody would do such a thing, and why anybody, any man at least, could regard a figure like Carla's as attractive. He stepped into the kitchen, directly behind Donna and rested his hands affectionately on her shoulders. She really liked the feel of Kevin touching her, especially when he started gently kneading her shoulders, and she leaned back against him so he would continue. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything, and the impromptu massage continued, both of them enjoying the intimacy. Donna finally turned around, with her face raised to be kissed. It was the longest and warmest kiss they had shared yet but she was puzzled about something. Kevin seemed to be trying to poke his tongue into her mouth, and she couldn't figure out why. "We'd better get going," she said after moving away. Kevin agreed, although he would have preferred to continue with what they had been doing. While Donna carried her vegetable creation, he opened the doors ahead of her and closed them behind her, including the one to the passenger side of his car. On the drive to Kevin's apartment, she leaned as close to him as she could while safely belted in the bucket seat. They chatted, mostly about the children. Both of them seemed to feel that a milestone of some sort had been reached that day, but they couldn't explain what and how, so neither said anything about it. She held the salad on her lap, until Kevin pulled up into his covered parking space outside his apartment building. Donna was quite impressed with his apartment. The living room was bigger than her whole studio, and his kitchen had all the conveniences and appliances that her tiny kitchenette lacked. The view from the balcony, where he would be doing the barbequing, was sweeping, rather than being a blank wall. Neither Kevin nor Carla had ever had much interest in the view, and they had selected the apartment for its other qualities. While he did the cooking, Donna got to know Fred and Wilma, and they mostly talked about Kevin, his children, and children in general. When she mentioned working in a day care center, they expressed a certain amount of envy, at the way she was around the little darlings all day. "Yes," Donna replied. "I really love children, all of them, and Kate and Kerry are so sweet." The older couple had noticed that Donna was not accompanied by any children of he own, but were tactful enough to refrain from asking why, although they were a bit curious. It was about that time that Kevin announced the steaks were ready, and that everybody had better dive in, or he would pig them all down. Wilma had prepared a big bowl of macaroni salad and, with the steaks and Donna's salad, they all ate enough to feel stuffed. Even Kate especially enjoyed being fed her more conventional baby food by Wilma, who had insisted on being allowed that privilege. Shortly after everybody had finished eating, and were sitting around talking about how good the food had been, Fred put Kevin's plan into operation. "Why don't you young folks go out somewhere by yourselves?" he suggested. "Wilma and I can clean up here, and keep an eye on the wee lassie and laddy while you're gone." "Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," Kevin demurred. That was part of the plan too. He was hoping Donna might want to go to a movie, or something, and they could continue developing their relationship. "Don't be silly, Kevin," Wilma chimed in. "You now how we feel about the kids, and it's no trouble to us. If we didn't, we'd just sit around and watch television and rot our brains, and we don't need that." Kevin turned to ask the object of the scheme. "Well, what do you think, Donna?" "I think I'd like that, if you want to," she said to Kevin. "And if it isn't too much trouble," she added, directed at Fred and Wilma. She knew she would like that, and where she would want to go with Kevin, but didn't want to say it out loud. She didn't know the older couple all that well, and didn't want them thinking of her as loose or immoral. "That's settled, then," Fred announced. "Now, you two, shoo, and let us get started with the cleanup." With pretended reluctance, Kevin got up, helped Donna with the light sweater she had worn, put on his jacket, and escorted her out the door. The plan had worked perfectly, but he didn't know just where she would want to go, and what she would want to do. Wherever it was, being there with her would make it the right place. Donna knew, but she was embarrassed to say it out loud, even to Kevin. After they were seated in his car, but before he turned the ignition, he asked her. She leaned over, whispered into his ear, and sat back in her seat, embarrassed at even whispering it, but not regretting her action. Kevin didn't regret it either. He smiled at her suggestion; it would have easily been his first choice too, but he wouldn't have dared suggest it. He backed out of his parking space and pulled into the street, hoping he wouldn't get a ticket for driving too fast, he was so eager to reach their destination. He had driven from there to his apartment several times lately, but that morning had been the first time he had ever driven the opposite direction, and that afternoon was the second. Kevin parked his car in one of the visitors' parking spaces and opened Donna's door for her and closed it after she exited. She opened the doors to the apartment house and to her studio, closing and locking the latter behind them. Donna reached down and pulled off her sneakers, as she usually did as soon as she entered. Also wanting to be comfortable, Kevin removed his shoes and went her one better by peeling off his socks as well. Donna giggled, and matched him, and they laughed at each other's bare feet while wiggling their toes against the thin carpet. The first thing that caught Kevin's eye was the love seat where he had spent some happy moments, but not enough of them, the night before. After hanging up her sweater and his jacket on the hooks fastened to the front door, they sat there together, holding each other so closely they only took up half of the space on the seat that was designed for two. Their first kiss was the best one yet, and they both hoped it would be the first of many, and they would get better. Kevin hoped they would get much, much better and, hopefully, lead to more, preferably in her bed, because the love seat would really be too small for what he was thinking of. Donna didn't know exactly what she hoped. Definitely, she wanted to continue with what they had been doing the previous evening and that morning. She thought she knew what Kevin would want to do, and the notion both excited her and frightened her. Although she was sure of her feelings for him, and thought they were the same as his feelings for her, she still had some misgivings. Donna had been brought up in a church that preached that sex was the most sinful deed possible, unless it was for the purpose of "making babies", and even then was not to be enjoyed any more than could be helped. Although she no longer had any connection with that church, and wanted none, a lifetime of conditioning is not easy to break, even when she very much wanted to break it. Donna hoped that the man in her arms would be patient and gentle and considerate, and would make her want to do what was contrary to her childhood indoctrination. Knowing Kevin would be calling on her, she had folded the legs on her bed and lifted it up to swing it into the adjacent closet that morning, but it could be easily swung back out. He was well aware of her religious upbringing, and Kevin wanted to overcome it, and help her overcome it, but he wouldn't try to force Donna to do anything she wasn't ready to do. Just as she hoped he would be, Kevin was patient and gentle and considerate, and he regarded the woman in his arms as being too sweet and beautiful and wonderful to risk losing through trying to push her into something she wasn't ready to do. Whatever happened that afternoon, and however far they went, they were truly enjoying themselves getting there. On the second kiss, Donna once again felt Kevin trying to insert his tongue into her mouth and, this time, she parted her lips and let it slide in. She was amazed at how good it felt, and how erotic and, when she licked the underside with the tip of her own tongue, how it got so much better. Donna hoped Kevin would continue, and that they would open that door and unfold the bed legs again. Kevin hoped much the same thing. He had never seen Donna's bed, but he was aware of how Murphy beds operate, and had surmised that she had one at the end of the short leg of the "L" shaped room. Perhaps even more than Donna, he hoped the bed would be on the floor, and they would be on it before the evening ended. Certainly, her licking his tongue while it was inside her mouth was a good indication that it would. He soon got another very good indication. They continued kissing, Donna's tongue quickly matching the aggressiveness of Kevin's. On the next kiss, they met in the center and in the next one, hers was inside his mouth. She had seldom kissed Daniel, certainly not with any passion, since both of them considered such things to be improper, even between a husband and wife. However, sitting side by side as they were, with their bodies twisted toward another wasn't as comfortable as she would have liked. She solved this by swiveling on her ass and lying down with her upper body across his lap. This quickly became less than optimum when she saw how much Kevin had to lean forward for the kissing they were both enjoying so much, so with one arm around his shoulders, she pulled herself upright so she was sitting on his lap. That was much better, because their faces were closer together, and they could kiss more easily and more intimately. However, her exertions had caused her blouse to become partially untucked from her shorts, and some of the buttons had loosened. She pulled it out the rest of the way and, when that wasn't good enough, unbuttoned it the rest of the way. Donna was very glad she had made the adjustments because, when Kevin resumed his embrace of her, he slipped his arms under the open garment. His warm hands made her tingle wherever they touched her bare skin, especially when they moved around in gentle caresses. Kevin enjoyed it too, of course, every bit as much as she did. Her skin was soft and smooth, and the flesh underneath was firm, but not so firm that he couldn't tell she was all woman. He looked at her exposed bra, and the small amount of cleavage showing, and wondered how to get that unfastened and removed, after first getting her blouse the rest of the way off. She would definitely have to take off the bra herself. He had never in his life removed a bra from a woman. "Does it seem rather warm in here?" he asked. Donna, whose temperature had been steadily rising, replied. "Now that you mention it, yes it is." "I hope you don't mind if I take my shirt off." Kevin was already unbuttoning it. "Not at all. I'll help you." Donna held the nearer sleeve while he pulled his arm free, and reached around to pull the shirt off his other arm and hand it to him. He tossed it onto the unoccupied part of the love seat and quickly took hold of the shoulders of her blouse, so she could pull her arms free. That garment joined his shirt. He was bare above the waist, while she was still wearing her bra, but Kevin hoped to change that before very long. Their kissing continued. Both of them knew they should be using their time together to talk about personal things, and to get to know each better, but they were having too much fun to want to stop. Donna especially enjoyed the way Kevin was caressing the bare skin of her sides, back and even her belly. Sometimes she thought of herself as fat, in comparison to the svelte working mothers who left their children at Mrs. Ortiz's or the other day care center she had worked for. Kevin, however, seemed to enjoy running his hands over her, and didn't seem to think of her body as unattractive. He seemed to be having a problem stroking her back, however, because her bra strap was in the way, and it was too tight for him to slide his fingers under it. It felt rather uncomfortable for her anyhow, and Donna had a sudden daring thought. "Do you want me to take it off?" she whispered, as his fingers fumbled under it. "Yes," Kevin whispered back. Donna reached up behind her back for the catch to her bra. As she unhooked it, she realized that this was a big step in their relationship. No man had ever seen her breasts. All her doctors had been women, at her husband's insistence, and he avoided looking at her body for fear of arousing sinful lust. The catch was unhooked, but she had a sudden attack of shyness, and held the cups over her breasts. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Only if you want to. Only if you're comfortable doing it." She was comfortable with Kevin, Donna realized, more than with any other person who had ever been part of her life, even including her parents, who always seemed so judgmental. Last night, she had told him her darkest secret, and he had taken it in stride. After deciding she didn't want to keep anything secret from him, she smiled, pulled the cups away from the treasures they had been hiding, and added the bra to the small pile of clothing. Kevin was enraptured. On the previous night, he had noted her breasts were large, and they looked firm, but he hadn't realized until that moment just how large and how firm, and how they jutted from her body, and how pretty and pink her nipples were. Gently and carefully, not wanting to frighten Donna by any abrupt moves, he cupped his hands under either of the twin beauties. The skin was exquisitely soft and smooth, but her breasts were firm and vibrant in his hands. Slowly, he bowed his head and kissed her nipples, noting they were more rigid than he had expected. "Do you like them?" "I love them. They're beautiful. And you're beautiful." Kevin bent his head to kiss Donna's sweet pink nipples again, before raising his head and sharing a long kiss with her, with their tongues caressing each other. During Donna's legally non-existent marriage to Daniel, there had never been any kind of foreplay before sex. It was forbidden by the church, on the grounds that it might turn a solemn occasion, a man impregnating his wife, into fun for the couple involved. There had never been any hugging or kissing, except for an occasional peck on the cheek in public or on the lips when in the sanctity of the couple's own home. Caressing of any kind was strictly forbidden. Of course, there had been no way for the church to enforce those dictums, but Daniel had been a true believer, and had followed their rules as closely as possible. Even during their efforts to make babies, he had sometimes chided Donna for seeming to enjoy the effort too much. As a result of these bans, she had never actually been sexually aroused, not even on their wedding night when she lost her maidenhead. That was changing that afternoon, and Donna relished the strange feelings that were filling her body, which seemed to emanate from her nipples, where Kevin had started licking her. She liked it so much, she wanted to help him so, rather than continuing to sit on his lap, where he had to bend his neck to get at them, she moved up to sit on the arm of the love seat. This put her breasts level with his mouth, and she also cupped them in her hands, so his tongue could reach them more easily. Kevin very much appreciated this, and he put his arms around her to hold her steadily in place, while his tongue and lips continued their caresses. The strange, new, and wonderful sensations continued for Donna. She felt moisture collecting between her legs, and there seemed to be a connection between her nipples, where Kevin was licking, and a place just above where she felt the moisture. She had accidentally touched herself there a few times, and had been dismayed by the tingling she had felt. The feelings she was getting from Kevin's mouth were something like the others had been, except so much stronger, and she wanted them to continue. Donna thought about getting down the bed so they could lie on it together, and Kevin could more easily continue his ministrations that were making her feel so good. She would have done it, but she didn't want to interrupt what they were doing.